My First Day in Boarding School ~ A Factual Predicament.

As a teenager I remember attending a boarding school, at Owerri, a little far from where I stayed, my family resided in Port Harcourt, a different state. It was an all girls missionary school and There was basically no visiting day and I kept wondering how I would cope without seeing my loved ones for a while.

Remembering my first day in the boarding facility, after being searched and given my hostel space, bunk number and everything else, my mom helped in rolling my big box into the hostel, to assist me in settling in at least(because I was literally just 9years old). One of the hostel mistresses then approached us and rudely told us that parents were not allowed, I already felt bad initially but this made me feel worse.

I had to take my things myself to the hostel, I didn't cry or feel emotional not until I entered my hostel and I got a glimpse of some parents helping their kids.
At that point I felt hot tears drop from my eyes, I felt so sad and alone, I was already missing my mom. It was later I got to know that the parents I saw were only allowed because they were members of the church. Regardless I still felt bad, I didn’t want to be here anyways.

Fast-forward to after I settled in and arranged my stuffs, it was already time for dinner and as a new student I didn't know the food schedule yet so I carried my flat plate and my deep bowl to the refectory (Dinning hall). I didn't know my way around, orientation had not happened yet so I just followed the crowd.

On my way to the refectory, A senior students approached me and in this school, seniors called the junior students 'sister' (remember it was an all girls school).
Let's call the her ‘Senior L’ because as at then I wasn't aware of her name or her class..
Senior L kept screaming ‘sister’ along the hallway ......as a new student I wasn't aware that I was the one she tried to call, I kept on walking and the next thing I felt was a very hot and authentic slap which landed on my back.

I turned in surprise because Wtf? who the hell was that? Taking my mind off the stinging feeling on my back, all I saw and heard was Senior L ranting on how junior students had become proud to the point that I ignored her calls. I remember her asking me who I thought I was. At this point I was perplexed and couldn’t even listen, I began to cry like I lost a loved one in my life, But she didn’t even care, she plainly told me to come to her class after dinner. I had not even spoken to my own bunkmates since I arrived for crying out loud. I explained with tears that I was new student and I didn't know her or anything else. She asked for my name and said she'll send for me after dinner......ahhhgggg at that point I remembered that i never wanted to be here in the first place, if I was home, nobody would hit me or even yell at me like that.

After Dinner, night prep was scheduled next for exactly 8;00am. Once it started, everyone went to their various classrooms which I followed. While I sat, ready to read, someone walked into the classroom and asked ’who is leslie?’ I stood up scared because I suddenly remembered senior L and I was frightened. She asked me to follow her, which I did (not like I had a choice). When I got to the class, I was already shaking in fear and I was damn right to be scared. I greeted the unfamiliar faces in the room, which they ignored. Senior L proceeded told her friends that I was the student who ignored and insulted her, at that point I couldn’t even defend myself as I received a slap on my face.

Before I could process the slap, I began to receive the beating of my life...It was hard to spot out a particular person, all I could see and feel were hands, fists and legs hitting me from different angles. I couldn’t hold my ground because I was little compared to their sizes and numbers. I cried and screamed for help and mercy but non came,when they were done I layed on the ground, crying, bruised and injured from their assault till I was found by some passing students who called for help.

I already tagged this day the worst day in my life, it had not even been up to a week yet and this assault had already occurred. How the hell would I get beaten on my first day in the hostel? All I could feel was pain, sadness and abandonment. Unknown to me that this was little compared to future incidents. That was one of the worse days in school, My first day at a boarding school.

Thank you for reading guys
Blurt on champs